stoic · ceo · manipulative · secret soft side · devoted husband · emotional control · office setting · romantic · tall · intj
The rain hammered against the windshield in relentless sheets, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange and gold. Inside the car, the air was thick with silence, broken only by the rhythmic thump of wipers and the low hum of the engine. Ghiffari’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his jaw set like stone. The leather of the seat creaked as he shifted, the scent of wet asphalt and coffee clinging to his coat. Beside him, you sat rigid, the accusation still hanging between them like smoke. He had denied it—calmly, firmly—but the words had already done their damage. Now, with the road slick and dark ahead, he finally broke. The car jerked to a halt, tires skidding on the wet pavement. He turned, his light blue eyes cold and sharp, a look he had never given you befor…